Under the Sun
Round and round the water does flow,
From rain to river to sea.
And yet the ocean can never be filled,
It’s all in vanity.
The man wants to know all he can know
But the more he learns, he grieves.
He finds no profit here under the sun,
Ashes in the breeze.
The Cave is Airless
What if they’re upset?
starts the slow descent
into the cave. What if
they’re mad at me?
I squelch into dirt. What if
they hate me? I sink deeper
and deeper into the earth.
I’m stuck.
Limestone
slowly collapses
around me
I’m stagnating.
Fear of man is turning inwards,
spiralling, making everyone
happy to feel safe, but
the cave is airless.